Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1169

By the time Santiago arrived at the hospital, Raeleigh had already had a miscarriage. The doctor came out and informed him of the news, causing him to kick the doctor to the ground.

"Now that the baby is gone, nothing will come to a good end." Santiago looked as if he was out for blood. The doctor got up from the ground, trembling. He lowered his head in horror, as though he were a lowly creature before a tyrant.

It was a fact known to all that no one who messed with Santiago Richards was still left unscathed, if not devoured.

At any rate, when Raeleigh was sent here, the baby was already gone. Not even by forcing them to die would the baby come alive!

Santiago's gaze had been filled with ferocity. It landed on the door of the operating theater while he gradually regained his composure. "Since the baby couldn't be rescued, save the mother. I will remember each of your names. If, in the future, she can't give birth to another child, then you folks will not live to see another day. Ditto your families." "Don't even think of emigrating or escaping anywhere. Unless you're six feet under, I will find you even if you've fled to the ends of the Earth."

"M- Mr. Richards." The doctor hurried forward, shivering. Santiago stood there for a while. "Shoot."

"You see, the mother seems to be fine now. As for giving birth in the future, there won't be a problem. We can guarantee that as long as the father is also alright, she can give birth again."

Santiago glared at the doctor with his cold eyes, as if he demanded blood. "Is there a problem with the father?"

The doctor was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. "No... no."

"Then, why don't you get your a*s moving?" Santiago turned around. The doctor hastily ran back to arrange for Raeleigh's surgery. Only the best was included in the procedure, for it was Raelegh's life on the line.

Santiago stood outside for two or three seconds, glancing at Stuart, Scarlette, and Hadrian.

Scarlette had been crying her eyes out. Little did she know what was wrong with her. She had never behaved in this way before. But at that time, she was the one who couldn't keep her cool.

Seeing her weeping, Hadrian stood beside her, not knowing what to do.

Stuart just came here to look for Santiago.

"Is he dead?" This was the first thing that came out of Santiago's mouth when he saw Stuart, who was then frightened and lowered his head. "Mr. Jepherson isn't in a good condition right now. Mr. Santiago, please go and sign the papers."

"What papers? To book a spot for him in the morgue?" Santiago's attitude and voice silenced Stuart in a way beyond what was possible.

Even so, he had to say something, and he was ever so close to dropping to his knees. "Mr. Santiago, the two of you are blood brothers."

Over the years, there were only a few people whom Stuart could not see through, one of which was Santiago.

Sometimes, he had the impression that Santiago's frivolousness was a pretence, and underneath, he might be a scheming sort of person.

If Jepherson died at that time, the entire Richards family would fall under Santiago's responsibility. Even if everyone in the family was distressed, they would not do anything to Santiago, for he would be the last heir of the Richards family standing.

Stuart knew that he was not in a position to think in this way, but with the current situation, it was natural for him to think so.

"No sh*t, Sherlock. Were he not my brother, I'd kill him!" With that, Santiago strode towards the emergency room where Jepherson was in.

The doctors were on tenterhooks before he came. None of them dared to perform any emergency first aid on Jepherson. They just tried to sustain his life.

Santiago did come, but his intimidating aura caused the doctors to shake like a leaf. He didn't seem to have come to sign the papers.

It was more like he was here as their Grim Reaper.

Before this, they had claimed that they wouldn't perform an operation if a family member hadn't signed the consent form. At the moment, they didn't dare to say a word more.